It’s been a year since I entered grad school. This third term feels just like the first – exciting, fresh and less scary.
I have lived most of my college years trying to do my best in every class – doing everything that would get me high grades. Though I have enjoyed college, I lived in fear. I fear for my future – that if I get low grades or fail, I wouldn’t land a good job and eventually die hungry and unfashionable. But now everything’s quite different.
I go to class, I listen and I learn not because of grades or because of diploma. I have nothing to lose (well, except for the pricey tution fees). I learn because I want to learn – not because of fear for the future, but because of hunger for knowldge.
For the first time in my life, I am not afraid to fail in class. I’m not afraid of not being able to know the answer to the professors’ questions. I’m not afraid to ask things I don’t know.
For the first time in my life, I am learning